“Fancy a spliff, weed always gets me in the mood.” “In the mood for what?” “Anything I want.” Natasha rolled the spliff and sparked up,...she had a few hits and passed it to me, it was very good stuff. “This is good,” I said. I could feel a buzz coming on. “I can afford it.” Natasha came over to me and put her hands on my cock, it was pulsating, hardening under her hand. She took my hand and pulled me to my feet. “C’mon, lets go upstairs.” “What’s the matter with the sofa?” “When I. He dragged me down and gave me a prolonged kiss, all spit and swirling tongues, then kissed his way to my neck and stuck his tongue in my ear, a gesture he’d learned early on turned me into a wild woman. For old times’ sake, we did the old pump and grind against the hotel room wall. I screamed when Mike creamed my pussy one more time, the sound equal parts ecstasy and loss. We sadly said our good-byes. I took my vase of roses and we ended our affair. “I love you,” I. But I noticed the last three times. Two, three guys like that come in here and order coffee and watch the door, and not long after, his rig drives up and here he comes just a struttin’ in the door, pretty as you please.”“Gotta be drugs,” Donnie said.“Yep, that’s what I figured too at first,” Kevin said, very pleased with himself—and with Donnie too. “But I’ve heard he does more—that he sniffs around young guys, the younger the better. That he services them.”“God, I wish,” Donnie said, letting. The floor here was lined with peeling linoleum, the walls whitewashed, making him feel like he was in some kind of abandoned insane asylum. It was hard to tell if this building had once housed offices, apartments, or both. Most of the rooms were certainly vacant. He was starting to feel as though he shouldn’t be here, but he pressed on.There was a buzzer beside the door to the detective agency, and he pressed the button, the panel opening automatically to let him pass. Inside was a rather small.